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Chapter 184 Arrival in Beijing

Yang Silang was speechless. You're taking a story seriously.

He regained consciousness.

"You said you were asleep. Even if I continue to tell you stories through telepathy, our heartbeats and breathing can't lie. There's a big difference between being asleep and not being asleep."

"You can't possibly treat your enemies like fools, can you? How can a fool be worthy of being your enemy?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow... Your enemy has already suffered enough, and today's story seems to have started from a fragmented chapter."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xinlian burst into laughter, thoroughly delighted.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say. Let's rest first..."

"Let's drift off to sleep peacefully, leaving her outside the cabin to stand guard for us, enduring the cold wind."

The two embraced under the covers, originally waiting for the enemy on the top of the cabin to leave before separating, but the other was very patient and waited.

Yang Silang knew he couldn't escape anyway, and his life or death was in the other party's hands, so he simply relaxed.

He gradually grew sleepy, his eyelids drooping. In his drowsy state, he noticed that Mo Xinlian snuggled closer to him, her breathing deep and even, and she had already fallen asleep.

pat.

Yang Silang couldn't hold on any longer and went straight to sleep.

When he woke up again, he first saw a piece of black silk spread on a piece of dazzling white jade. Upon closer inspection, he could clearly see a woman's long hair revealing her slender shoulders.

His hand passed through his body, his palm slightly curled, as if still slightly slippery.

However, the worst-case scenario seemed to be that his longsword was already surrounded, and he was about to draw it to slay the red dragon.

Almost as soon as he woke up, Mo Xinlian also woke up. Her face first showed a blank expression, then a look of rage, and finally, she came to her senses and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Her body was tense and slightly raised.

Yang Silang withdrew his arm in the process.

The two turned around skillfully and dressed themselves without further ado.

After a while.

The two got out of bed.

Mo Xinlian glared at him, her eyes sparkling, and said angrily.

"My lord, your behavior last night was hardly gentlemanly..."

Yang Silang shrugged.

"A gentleman judges by his heart, not by his actions; by actions alone, no one in the world is perfect."

"Madam, you are so beautiful that even a block of wood would feel affection."

"Yesterday's performance was unavoidable. What happened after we fell asleep was entirely beyond our control. If I hadn't reacted at all, wouldn't I be blind and thoughtless?"

"If you ask me, the reason your enemy is bothering you is because she's a woman. If she were a man, you wouldn't even need to hit her; just glaring at her would break her heart and kill her."

"How could I bear to relentlessly pursue you?"

"If you ask me, the reason she hates you is probably because she knows she's ugly and looks very different from you."

Upon hearing the words "glare dead" and "ugly face of the enemy," Mo Xinlian immediately turned her anger into joy and smiled happily, saying, "You have good taste."

And so the matter was quietly dropped.

Ten days later.

The two spent the day and the first half of the night healing their wounds.

It's bedtime.

The two had already become intimate in bed.

Yang Silang was very skilled at taking off his clothes.

Mo Xinlian was quite adept at removing her clothes; perhaps because she was so skilled, she sometimes didn't even blow out the lamp, which gave Yang Silang a good visual treat.

Once in bed, I snuggled up in the covers.

The mortal enemy arrived precisely on time, crouching on the roof of the cabin, concealing his presence.

Yang Silang sometimes wondered if he had overdone it, that his story was so captivating to the demon that it came to him every day.

They were hoping to get rid of the plague god, but instead they welcomed a gatekeeper who guards the cabin roof every day.

I wonder what Mo Xinlian is thinking.

Anyway, a woman's heart is unfathomable. Every time she wanted to disgust her enemies, she would coax Yang Silang into breaking the poem in a sweet and coquettish way at crucial moments, and then go to bed and fall asleep.

I talked about it ten times on the first day and barely slept all night.

Later on, the number of lectures decreased from four or five times a day to three or four times, then two or three times a day. The number of chapters was decreasing, and I went to bed earlier and earlier.

Several times.

Yang Silang could sense the fluctuations of demonic energy on the roof of the cabin even with his divine sense, as if the female demon had been enraged by it.

Fortunately, the other side didn't breach the cabin and force Yang Silang to get up and stay up all night to read books; they always left after guarding for a while.

As for every morning.

Mo Xinlian seemed to have rediscovered her feline nature, always preferring to curl up in Yang Silang's arms with her back to him and sleep soundly.

Yang Silang mastered the Dragon Claw Hand and the Ruthless Sword, undergoing repeated trials and tribulations. He gained many advantages but also suffered greatly, nearly breaking his skills several times.

Fortunately, he pulled back from the brink in time—the woman in front of him was not a wife, but a true great demon immortal, the kind of terrifying power that could kill you ten or eight times in the blink of an eye after turning his back on you.

This finally suppressed his restless thoughts and actions.

In the following days.

That formidable enemy has stopped visiting, presumably because he was unhappy with what he heard and decisively refused to eavesdrop, and flew off to some unknown place to find Mo Xinlian.

However, habits are a terrible thing.

In the past few days, Mo Xinlian has discovered the advantages of lying in the arms of Yang Silang, the servant who warms her bed.

Because Yang Silang uses the Rejuvenation Divine Power daily, he has a pleasant scent; and as a Grandmaster with vigorous blood and energy, he is always warm, making him an excellent human-shaped cat's nest.

So, as usual, she changed her clothes and went to bed at night, sometimes urging Yang Silang to hurry up, the reason being, of course, to prevent the cunning enemy from launching a surprise attack.

Yang Silang suspected that she was just lusting after him.

If it weren't for the fact that he really didn't do anything, I would seriously suspect that this person might be an evil immortal.

It can only be said that the thinking of enchantresses is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

During these ten days.

Mo Xinlian recovered quickly from her injuries thanks to Yang Silang's supernatural powers.

The signs of weakness in her body had completely disappeared.

Yang Silang was able to sense through the Sharing Ring that the vibrant life force within his body was gradually emerging, the awe-inspiring and vast divine soul power was gradually recovering, and the physical injuries were almost completely healed.

I estimate it will be completely healed in another two or three days.

Mo Xinlian is actually a cat demon.

Seeing that her injuries were healing, she could no longer stay cooped up in the cabin like a shut-in. During the day, she began to wander out of the ship and follow Yang Silang around.

She secretly spoke to Yang Silang about it.

Zhou Mingxuan's loss of composure that day was due to the influence of her illusion.

So Yang Silang put aside his resentment and reconnected with Zhou Mingxuan.

Zhou Mingxuan was extremely grateful for Yang Silang's magnanimity. After overcoming the initial awkwardness, their relationship became closer. However, he still had a problem: he dared not look Mo Xinlian in the eye, for fear that he would relapse.

I occasionally pass by the city.

Zhou Mingxuan always had female confidantes in the city, and he warmly invited everyone to come to the city as guests and to meet his confidantes.

Others say, "A bosom friend afar brings a distant land near."

This handsome martial arts master also has many confidants, but they are all female confidantes.

However, he was unlucky; he was probably destined to clash with his love interest.

The two times she was a beauty queen, she became a barbecue queen once and got married once.

He then prepared to meet three more women, but ended up entering the city with them.

One beautiful female martial artist died at the hands of a great demon; another beautiful female painter fell seriously ill and refused to see her, fearing that her sickly appearance would frighten her confidante; and yet another beautiful female woman, who was neither sick nor ill, was just too energetic and had eloped with someone and had already been gone for several months.

Zhou Mingxuan went to someone's house to inquire, but was mistaken for another lecherous scoundrel and was given a good beating and kicked out.

Fortunately, Yang Silang led Daqing, carrying Mo Xinlian, and went into the city with Zhou Mingxuan and Wang Daniu just to relax and drink. Whether he saw those beauties or not was none of his concern; he was busy enough dealing with the person in front of him.

After passing Xing Province in Jiangbei, we arrived at the six provinces of Yingtian, the heartland of the dynasty, which formed a circle to guard the capital. There were no longer any large-scale rebel armies attacking and seizing territory.

Although the people were still depressed, the city remained prosperous, as if the glorious days had not gone by.

Yang Silang was also willing to spend money to buy a large amount of jewelry and clothes for Mo Xinlian, making her extremely beautiful. Unfortunately, she was facing a stranger's face, so she could not fully show her feminine beauty.

Mo Xinlian was clearly very pleased, putting all the jewelry and clothing into her dressing box, changing into a different set every day, admiring herself in the mirror as if she were a real bride.

The ship continued its journey for several more days.

Mo Xinlian's injuries had healed, and as usual, she spent every night with Yang Silang.

Without a formidable enemy by her side, she seemed to have lost some interest, only requiring one chapter to be updated each day, but she slept very soundly and on time.

The ship arrived at the dock that day.

The planks were erected on the shore.

The group led the horses, secured their luggage, and disembarked from the boat via the ramp.

They were on a large ship, but here the water became gentler and narrower, making it impossible to continue. To go any further, they would need to switch to a smaller local boat.

I just asked around at the dock.

All the ships in the vicinity were looted and put to transport military supplies and provisions southward, while more than a dozen rebel kings were stirring up trouble over there.

No ships can be found at the moment.

The boat captain gave everyone a suggestion: they were now not far from the capital region; a hundred miles ahead was the jurisdiction of Shuntian Prefecture, and a few dozen miles further ahead was the capital.

Rather than waiting for a small boat that might not arrive for who knows how long, it's better to go directly by land.

So the group decided to travel by land.

Wang Daniu rode the listless, much thinner chestnut horse, and vomited as soon as he boarded the ship, almost dying on the boat.

Yang Silang noticed something was wrong with it and fed it a pill to keep it alive. Once it was ashore, it treaded the ground and felt the breeze, and its condition visibly improved.

As for Daqing.

Because the chestnut horse was too weak to carry heavy loads, it was already a struggle for it to carry Wang Daniu.

So the two of them piled their luggage, including Mo Xinlian's large dressing case, onto it, making a mountain of it. And that wasn't all; Yang Silang and Mo Xinlian also rode on it, one behind the other.

Luckily, it was a strong demon donkey, so this weight was nothing to it. If it were a fine horse, it might not have been able to handle it.

"My lady..." Yang Silang embraced the soft, fragrant body in front of him, his voice gentle, "Your formidable enemy is gone, our shared fate has been resolved, and your injuries have healed. Isn't there anything else you need to do?"

A few days ago, on the day Mo Xinlian recovered from her injuries, the two of them removed the restriction of the concentric ring.

Although they sleep in the same bed every day, they are not true partners. Even if they are true partners, it is difficult to find someone willing to live and die together and share their life completely with another person.

When the Tongzhou Ring was broken, Yang Silang's rapid cultivation over the past half month instantly collapsed and disappeared. However, he was not disappointed, as Mo Xinlian had promised to give him benefits.

When Mo Xinlian saw him ask the question, her eyes darted around, clearly indicating that she had already thought of how to answer.

"Hmph, my husband, I haven't decided what gift to give you yet."

"You've shown me such deep affection, so this gift can't be taken lightly. I'll wait until I've thought it through and buy it for you before we say goodbye."

Yang Silang was speechless; he didn't know how to find fault with this answer.

So he and the demon fairy could only continue pretending to be husband and wife and continue their journey, accompanied by Zhou Mingxuan and his servant Xiao Qi.

On land, probably because it was near the capital, the roads were smooth and easy to travel, but there were too many tax checkpoints. These were all private checkpoints set up by various powerful families. Not only passing merchants, but even scholars like Yang Silang had to pay money, and the exploitation was very heavy.

This day.

Before the five travelers, who had traveled a long and dusty journey, a magnificent city finally appeared on the land, like a crouching beast, with a constant flow of people coming and going near the city gate.

We've arrived at our destination, the capital!

At this point, it had taken a full two months since Yang Silang set off.

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